Migrant workers,
Your pains of life,
Understood we not,
Nor did come to feel it!
Migrant workers,
To walk on the path of life,
This is as ordained by the Almighty,
You keep on walking on the path of life!
Stranded and disconnected,
Keep you taking longer routes and roadways
As pedestrians, foot soldiers!
When without buses and trains,
You walking on the paths,
Ready to go for a long distance unawares!
Unaware of what it is lotted for you,
Unaware of the hazards of the journey,
Migrant workers!
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